Chapter 28

There was absolutely nothing wrong with eating a clean shaved pussy, but it simply couldn’t compare to the sheer joy of sucking on a baby smooth, perfectly waxed cock. It had been ages since Linda last sucked a dick, and Davey Baden’s wasn’t exactly a mouthful. A little too short, and a tad thin. Thanks to his youthful appearance, however, his small dick still turned her on quite a lot, because it was easy to imagine him as an awkward, nerdy teenager. Neither a little boy, nor a grown man, but that perfect transition between the two.

Davey never complained about being her naughty little boy, either. In fact, he loved it almost as much as she did. He was obsessed with her big tits, and greedily breastfed while she jacked him off. To hear him call her mommy turned her pussy into a leaky faucet.

Kristin had almost the same body as Davey, and except for their height difference, they probably could have worn each other’s clothes. She was trim, and nearly flat chested. In fact, the only thing missing was a bald little pecker dangling between her legs.

Her dildo used to solve that problem, until that little psychopath broke into her home and stole it. Kristin’s thin fingers, though strong and adept, didn’t fill her in quite the same way unless she used a lot of them.

“Does that feel good, mommy?” Kristin asked, but the words sounded forced and hollow.

Linda tightened her grip on the headboard. Kristin kneeled between her thighs and rapidly fucked her with four fingers, while she flicked her clit with the thumb of her other hand. It wasn’t Linda’s favorite position, because with Kristin bent over that way, her small breasts were more pronounced, hanging down like shallow, inverted mounds. She found their jiggling distracting.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck mommy’s pussy.” She drew her feet back to spread her legs even wider. “Just a little bit more, honey. Mommy’s almost there.”

She had reached the best part of her orgasmic journey. After a slow climb to the peak, she tapered and then plateaued, and could sustain that level for five, sometimes ten minutes before finally cresting. During this suspenseful period, her entire body vibrated with agonizing sexual tension. Her areolas contracted and puckered, stiffening her large nipples until they ached. Her pelvic floor thrummed, causing her hips to undulate and her asshole to flutter. Her pussy crackled with energy as the pressure in her groin built to impossible levels.

Although not the young, innocent, teenage boys she lusted after, young women could satisfy her in ways their male counterparts often could not. They were more patient and more tolerant, and they had an intuitive understanding of what felt good. No one had ever eaten her pussy as skillfully as the women she’d been with. Plus, they didn’t cum the second you touched their stiff, quivering pricks.

Linda tightened her grip and turned her head from side to side. Her dam was ready to burst, and Kristin sensed it too. She knew better than to change anything she was doing at that point, and this was where the patience of a woman often paid off. Men, sensing an impending climax, often chose that critical moment to speed up, or slow down, or change position, spoiling her orgasm. That didn’t happen this time.

“That’s it, that’s it, right there,” Linda intoned. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she leaned her head forward, her mouth opened wide in a silent scream. She drew her feet back even further, until they lifted from the bed and her toes curled. Her vagina and anus flexed and trembled, and then the pressure released all at once with a tidal wave force. She cried out.

“Oh GOD!”

Kristin slowed, then tapered as Linda glided down from her climax, shuddering and twitching and spasming along the way. Then Kristin leaned forward to bury her face in Linda’s wet, hairy pussy, caressing her thighs, her belly, and her breasts, while she gently licked and kissed her way around her vulva. Yet one more thing that men rarely did correctly.

Linda ran her fingers through Kristin’s short, fine hair and smiled contentedly.

“You made mommy’s pussy feel very, very good, you naughty little boy.”

Kristin stiffened, and Linda silently cursed herself. Thankfully, Kristin let it go. This time.

“What are you going to do about Mike?” Kristin asked later.

They lounged in bed, on top of the covers, stroking and fondling each other until they were ready for more. Linda hadn’t been to Overton House in nearly a week, except for a single time, late one night during Renata’s shift, to gather food and medicine for Kristin. Other than that, the two women had spent nearly every moment together in bed, either fucking and sleeping.

“I don’t know,” she said miserably. “He and that dyke bulldog of his are pretty much running things over there now. Everyone’s turned a blind eye to the sick, twisted things he’s done. No one seems to care that they’re taking orders from a perverted child molester, and they’ve all bought into his mad delusions about a laser beam from outer space.”

“How can that be?” Kristin wondered while she gently pinched and teased one of Linda’s nipples.

Linda dragged her nails lightly over Kristin’s back and scoffed. “How? Because they all want to fuck him, that’s how. Renata said that Theresa’s lost her mind after what happened to her, and now she’s completely in love with him. I’m sure Rachel feels the same way, eager to spread her legs for that sick fucker. And that bitch pharmacist, Kali. I bet even that toothless carpet muncher, Charmagne, wants to fuck him too.”

“But you told me that Theresa, Rachel, and Marcus all saw him in that basement with those girls!” Kristin said, astonished. “It’s inconceivable to me that all of them would choose to look the other way, and pretend it never happened!”

“Because they don’t give a shit about those girls, Kristin! Just like all those groveling sycophants around Epstein didn’t care! They’d gladly hold those girls down for him, and let him rape the shit out of them, just so they could suck his dick afterwards. It’s fucking disgusting! When I think about those poor children, trapped in there with that monster and his followers, it makes me want to cry!”

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, as if on cue. “No one’s there to look out for them! No one’s there to protect them from those animals!”

Kristin wrapped her arms around her to comfort her while she wept, stroking her face. “I know. Shh, I know. It’s awful, but what can you do with all those soldiers protecting him?”

“Nothing!” Linda said bitterly. “There’s nothing I can do. They’re in there, with all the guns, and I’ve been banished here.”

“Someone should Epstein his ass,” Kristin said with a scoff.

Linda quieted and stared at her. “What did you say?”

Kristin laid her head on her pillowy breast and shook her head. “Never mind. Nothing.”

“No,” Linda said, sitting up. “Are you saying...?”

“Pft, why not?” Kristin asked with a shrug after sitting up, then put a hand on her stomach. “Maybe it’s the only way.”

“But who?” Linda wondered aloud, staring out over the edge of the bed. “Me? How?”

Kristin shrugged again and grimaced. “I don’t know. Make it look like an accident. You said Endora handed over that stuff she used on me. Do you think you can get your hands on any of it?”

Linda slowly nodded. “Probably. It’s not locked up or anything.”

As she nodded along, Kristin suddenly leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited all over the floor.

“Kristin!”

She heaved several more times, then spit and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’m okay,” she said, but she didn’t sound okay. “I’m sorry, Linda. I haven’t been feeling very well today. I should have gotten the bucket sooner.”

The sweet smell of vomit permeated the air. When Linda looked at the pile on the carpet, she was alarmed to see evidence of dried blood in it. She got out of bed in a rush.

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean this up,” she said breathlessly. “You just lay down and rest.”

Endora hurried downstairs to the first floor, careful to step near the wall on the second and eighth treads to prevent them from squeaking, and hid around the corner before Linda came out of the room. When the naked school administrator returned with a trashcan and a wet towel to clean up the mess, Endora took the opportunity to slip out the back door.

She’d been spying on Linda and Kristin for days, sneaking into the house to watch them have sex. Linda kept the doors locked and deadbolted, but Endora stole a spare key from the key rack the first day she was there.

The two women fascinated her. They were different in nearly every way. Kristin was less than half Linda’s age, but that didn’t seem to matter to either of them. In fact, it seemed to add a certain spice to their relationship. Kristin was skinny, with small boobs and a tight ass, while Linda was fat, with huge boobs and a big ass. Linda was so feminine, wearing dresses and makeup, while Kristin could pass for a man from behind.

Endora was also intrigued by Linda’s fetishes. At first, they puzzled her, but with time they began to make a certain sense. Linda was childless, as far as anyone knew, and her bizarre mommy fetish seemed to fill a gaping maternal hole in her life. It was also obvious to Endora that Linda was sexually attracted to teenage boys, and the fetish allowed her to redirect her inappropriate desires.

It made Endora wonder why Linda never chose to work at an all boys school, instead of Scirewood. Maybe the temptation to fuck her students would have been too great. Endora had no doubt that horny boys would have lined up for miles outside Linda’s office, eager to get their dicks sucked by the busty school marm.

Maneuvering around campus unseen had become second nature to her. She knew every path through the heavily wooded forests, where all the storm drains were located, and which gulleys would keep her hidden from various sightlines. She took a circuitous route back to Overton House, then casually strolled upstairs to the fourth floor, on a search for Michelle. She found her in the bathroom, taking a shower.

“I think Linda’s planning to kill Mike,” she said after opening the frosted shower door.

Michelle screamed and yanked her soapy hand away from her pussy. “For fuck’s sake, Endora!”

“She’s talking about using the flunitrazepam to do it.”

Michelle covered her tiny breasts with her arm and turned off the water, then snatched a towel from the rack to wrap around her slim torso.

“What are you talking about? Who did you hear that from?”

“Linda. I was sneaking around inside her house just now. I heard her say it.”

Michelle paused mid-tuck. “You were sneaking around inside her house?”

“Sure. I go in there all the time.”

“Wait, who was she even talking to?”

“Kristin.”

“Kristin...?” Michelle muttered, then her eyes widened. “You mean, Ms. Richardson?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Oh my god! She’s alive? I assumed she was dead! When did she get here?”

“She’s been here the whole time. Ever since the blackout.”

“But ... that was two weeks ago,” Michelle said, furrowing her brow. “How come we haven’t seen her, and why has no one even mentioned her?”

“She was sick, and Linda didn’t want anyone finding out about the two of them.”

“What do you mean? Find out about what?”

“That they’re a couple.”

“What?” Michelle yelled, taking a step backward. “Are you telling me that Ms. Richardson and Ms. Linda are...,” she pushed her hands together, “... having sex?”

“All the time. It’s all they do. That, and drink wine.”

Michelle took a seat on the toilet lid and held her cheeks in her hands. “Holy shit, I can’t believe it. I mean, sure, everyone kind of knew Ms. Richardson was a lesbian. But Ms. Linda?”

“Linda’s not gay.”

“Huh?”

“She’s bisexual, like me.”

Michelle’s eyes snapped to hers. “You’re bi?”

Endora lifted one of her dark eyebrows. “I just told you that Linda’s planning to kill Mike, and this is what you want to talk about? But yes, I’m bi.”

“No, you’re right,” Michelle said, shaking her head. She stood and wrapped the towel tighter around herself. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. Forget it. What are we going to do about Ms. Linda and Mr. Messina? We have to warn him, right?”

“And tell him what?”

“What do you mean, and tell him what? We need to tell him that Ms. Linda’s trying to kill him, what do you think?”

“What if he doesn’t believe us?”

“He-” Michelle began, then hesitated. “Why wouldn’t he believe us?”

“We raped him, Michelle. I drugged him and fucked him four times. You jacked him off. Mia sucked his dick.”

Michelle squirmed at the mention of her misdeed. “B-but you made me do it,” she said in a small voice.

“Maybe, but you didn’t seem too upset about it once you got your hands around his dick. I saw that smile.”

“But he’s so hot!” Michelle whined. “And it was so big!”

“Even if he believed us,” Endora said, moving the conversation along, “that isn’t necessarily going to make him safe. She might try something else.”

“Like what?”

“Who knows? Maybe she shoots him, or runs him over, or blows him up, or something.”

“What if we tell one of the others then?”

“Like who?”

“I don’t know. What about that Army lady, Charmagne?”

“It would be my word against both of theirs. The only reason I even know about it is because I broke into her house to watch them have sex. Plus, I broke in there before and stole a bunch of stuff, and I also drugged Kristin the day of the blackout. I’m not exactly a credible witness.”

“Endora! You drugged Ms. Richardson?”

“She surprised me when I was breaking in.”

Michelle’s face twisted into an expression of disgust. “Ew, and you watched them have sex?”

“It’s kind of hot, actually. Kristin can stick her whole fist inside Linda’s pussy.”

“Oh my god, gross!” Michelle shrieked, putting a hand over her mouth to hold back her gorge. She shook her head. “Jesus, Endora, I think there’s something really wrong with you.”

“See what I mean? This coming from my best friend. No one’s going to believe me.”

Michelle tilted her head. “Yeah, I see your point. So what do we do?”

“If we want Mike to believe us, then we need to win back his trust.”

“How?”

“By coming clean about what we did to him and why, and asking him to forgive us.”

Michelle looked ill. She wrung her hands. “Oh god, I don’t know. What if it backfires? What if he gets mad at us?”

“Not us. You.”

“Me?” she asked in a shrill voice. “Why is this on me?”

“Because the whole plan was your idea in the first place. You’re the one who found those videos, and it was your idea to order those drugs. Besides, you’re the president of the Robotics Club.”

“Oh man,” Michelle moaned, shaking her head. “I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Do you know why Linda wants to kill him?” Endora asked.

“No, why?”

“Because she thinks he raped us,” Endora said with a morbid laugh. “Isn’t that fucked up?”

Michelle looked stricken and covered her mouth. “Oh my god, I did know that,” she admitted. “That day, in the basement. She told Ms. Rosen to call the cops because she caught him red-handed, sexually abusing us. And she took that video of all of us too, for evidence.”

Endora furrowed her brow and tilted her head. “What video?”

“You didn’t see her? She pulled out her phone and started recording us the second the lights came on. We were all still naked. It was awful.”